"Miss Taylor, please step over to the café with me," a cold voice sounded behind Emily, startling her. She turned around and, sure enough, there stood Brianna, her face marked with the heavy shadows of sleepless nights.
Despite the prominent dark circles under her eyes, Brianna still exuded the refined aura of a high-class woman. Although she had aged, she still possessed a captivating presence.
"Mrs. Davis!" Emily exclaimed in surprise, her reaction giving Brianna a slight sense of satisfaction. After all, she was the legitimate wife, while Emily was nothing more than a mistress hiding in the shadows.
"Come with me. I have a few things to say to you," Brianna said coldly, her eyes raking over Emily's still-beautiful figure. Despite being a couple of months pregnant, Emily's slender body remained enviable.
Emily silently followed Brianna to a nearby café.